Presence

In the randomness of life's ballet, accidents waltz in an unexpected sway. A stumble, a spill, a chance embrace, a coincidence born from mishaps, love's gentle trace.

Sparks kindle in the chaos of chance, accidents weaving a sweet romance. Paths entwined in twists unforeseen, love emerges where accidents convene.

From spilled coffee to a shared smile, accidents unfold, love's secret aisle. In the tapestry of life, a pattern unseen, a coincidence whispers where love has been.

So cherish the mishaps, the unplanned accidents often lead hand in hand. In the dance of fate, a love story is spun, coincidence and accidents, forever as one.

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As Liu Xinran rested in the quiet of her apartment, the day unfolded with an unusual calmness. The pain that had gripped her stomach had eased, leaving her to drift in and out of sleep. The apartment maintained its stillness, and the day stretched ahead, offering her a rare respite from the usual hustle.

Meanwhile, Yu Xuan, arriving early to school, scanned the familiar surroundings, expecting to see Liu Xinran bustling in. Surprised by her absence, he assumed she might be running a bit late and decided to wait.

The minutes ticked away, and soon, Teacher William Chang entered the classroom, his authoritative presence commanding attention. As the class settled into their seats, anticipation lingered for Liu Xinran's arrival.

However, Teacher Chang's announcement shattered the expectations. "I regret to inform you that Liu Xinran is on sick leave today," he informed the class, his voice carrying a touch of concern. "Let's wish her a speedy recovery."

The day unfolded without the usual banter and shared study sessions. As the final class ended, Yu Xuan couldn't shake off the feeling of a missing piece in the routine.

Throughout the day, Chenxi couldn't help but mention Xiao Li's absence to Yu Xuan, each time accompanied by a subtle smile that betrayed his playful thoughts. "Strange not having Liu Xinran around, isn't it?" he'd say, trying to catch Yu Xuan's attention.

Yu Xuan, however, remained focused on his studies, responding with a nonchalant nod or a simple "Is it," without elaborating. Chenxi's attempts to gauge his friend's feelings about Liu Xinran's absence were met with silence.

As the final class bell rang, Chenxi couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He rushed towards Yu Xuan, who was gathering his belongings. "Hey, what's up with you and Liu Xinran? You've been so quiet about it all day."

Yu Xuan, raising an eyebrow, finally responded, "Nothing's up."

Chenxi, noticing Yu Xuan's hurried exit, called out, "Hey, Yu Xuan! Don't forget to take care of Liu Xinran for me, alright? I'm too far away to help out."

Yu Xuan, already on his bike, raised a hand in acknowledgment but didn't turn around. 

With that, the two friends parted ways – one navigating the bustling streets while the other left standing with a lingering concern for Liu Xinran's well-being.

Driven by concern for Liu Xinran, Yuhan wasted no time after the final class bell rang. He swiftly exited the school, his bike picking up speed as he maneuvered through the streets. The urgency to check on his friend spurred him onward, his determination evident in every pedal stroke.

Arriving at his house, Yu Xuan didn't hesitate. He quickly entered, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. A glance at the clock heightened his sense of urgency, but he focused on the task at hand.

In the kitchen, he gathered ingredients for a simple yet nourishing congee – rice, broth, and a few additional elements for flavor. The rhythmic clinking of utensils and the comforting aroma of the simmering congee filled the air.

In just thirty minutes, Yu Xuan had prepared a warm, hearty bowl of congee, a thoughtful gesture for Liu Xinran's recovery. With the bowl in hand, he headed out, eager to bring both warmth and comfort to his friend in need.